My life was predicted some 200 years ago by a poet
Friedrich von Schiller
Der Pilgrim
German original
Denn mich trieb ein mächtig Hoffen
Und ein dunkles Glaubenswort,
Wandle, rief's, der Weg ist offen,
Immer nach dem Aufgang fort.
Bis zu einer goldnen Pforte
Du gelangst, da gehst du ein,
Denn das Irdische wird dorten
Himmlisch, unvergänglich sein.
Abend ward's und wurde Morgen,
Nimmer, nimmer stand ich still;
Aber immer blieb's verborgen,
Was ich suche, was ich will.
English translation
Driven by almighty hope
And a dark and blurry faith,
"Change" it cried, "the path is open
Always upwards, to the top."
Up until a golden gate
Where you belong; so simply enter,
For there, all that is earthly
Will become heavenly eternal.
It was evening, morning followed,
Never, never did I stop.
Yet it always remained hidden
What I search for, what I want.
(excerpt)
about me
Before my diagnosis and treatment, I was fearless and self-centered. My life did not hold up to anyone's standards but my own. I just thought, well this is my life. I was narcistic enough to not compare myself to others.
It took the loss of Sailor for me to seek professional help, ultimately transforming my life into, well, a life. Over time, I learned to channel my anger and sadness into what I now refer to as art. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.
